— Tim Tharp
I choose you! ;)
You have been, still are, and will be awesome.
I fancy a lifetime to be a lot like the transit lines in Tokyo during rush hour.
So many worthwhile things to do, there’s hardly enough room to squeeze them all into a single train.
I say Tokyo and not Manila because there’s a beautiful sense of orderliness in the way the Japanese go about this rush-hour business: with an unsaid-but-clearly-shown respect for the Other.
Something which life inherently has too, or so I’d like to think.
Why am I so in love with traveling?
Perhaps it’s because I always come back wanting to be better.
I suppose it also has to do with meeting new people, being exposed to a fraction of how differently they live their own lives, and realizing that I could improve mine by following some of their footsteps.
I guess it could be the experience of change - a break in the everyday routine that can oh-so effectively numb life’s appealing vibrance.
Is it the novelty of it all that I find so alluring? Is this feeling individual - is it really from me or a mere collective characteristic of the generation I am from? Could it be both?